Re: Re-Imaged Hero(ines)
I'm jumping in late on this little shindig, so apologies if I step on any toes. This one's a character concept that actually came to me in a dream once; the name can fit the concept so what the hey....
The young college student had walked by the old antiques store many times, but this time something caught his eye. Laid on a silk bed, the sword glinted, the light reflecting off its metal edge drawing the young man's gaze to the red stone embedded in the pommel. He could swear the stone pulsed with a dim red light.
The next thing he knew, he was walking out the store, several hundred dollars poorer and with the sword, loosely wrapped in paper, clutched in his hand. He half-stumbled down the street, trying to figure out why in the hell he'd just blown a month's worth of rent and food money on a hunk of steel. His thoughts were hard to assemble as a warmth spreading from the hand holding the sword seemed to muffle his perceptions.
It took him a couple of seconds to interpet the noise he heard as a voice talking. He focused on his surroundings to realize he was in an alley, and a raggedly-looking man was speaking to him.
"Hey, man. You all right?"
"Uh, yeah, sure. I'm fine." His survival instinct kicked in too late and he looked to the alley's exit. Definitely too late. Another figure separated from the shadows to block his escape and the first man's voice hardened.
"Then you can hand over your wallet, watch, whatever else you got." The rasp and click of a knife being drawn and the blade extended punctuated the man's threat.
The student's brain blanked. His body, as if guided by a puppet master's strings, spun toward the one with the knife, the paper covering the sword shredding as he swung. The blade cut quickly and without resistance, sending the mugger's knife, with hand still attached, bouncing off the alley wall. The surprised attacker sank to his knees in shock, his remaining hand clutching the bloody stump.
Without pause, the student continued the swing around the meet the other man, who was rushing him unaware of what had just happened. Head and body separated with a splash of blood.
The blubbering mugger on his knees had enough time to look up in fear as his victim-to-be turned to him, plunged the sword through his chest and ran it out, sending another spray of blood to decorate the now gory walls.
The student staggered back, his mind and senses now sharp and clear. He stared at the sword in his hand, and to his horror, he saw the blood smearing the blade slowly disappear, as if it was being absorbed by the metal. A voice echoed in his head, "We're definitely working on your reflexes, boy."